
This stylish and well-groomed man, crisply attired in a tan suit, has chosen not a swank café on the Via Venetto, but the solitude of some rubble, no doubt the remnants of a structure that fell down, or was brought down in a clash of legionnaires, hundreds maybe thousands of years ago. The location affords ample sunlight, providing warmth and light for reading his paper, as well as a handy place for his orange.
In the United States, these ancient pieces of architecture would have been hauled off to a landfill or ground up into cement long ago, instead of being left alone in some quiet green patch of the city, where someone can sit on them and enjoy a sunny lunch.
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